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Feb 2013
My heart is a graveyard.
Full of all my past imaginary lovers.
Full of memories, and scars.
Full with all the drugs, and dead fallen stars.
All of the dead kitties and birds lying on the streets.
They all rest inside of me.
This graveyard inside my heart is full of all the
sounds that made me feel my emotions burn.
Full of all the fools who have hurt me.
It's full of rage, chaos, and hate that I had boarded
under my skin since I was just a child.

Once you've entered my heart consider yourself dead.
"Sounds that made me feel my emotions burn." - Sounds meaning music that have inspired me, and that I hold so dearly to me.
flynt
Written by
flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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